After Lin Tianchong's introduction, Yang Ming gradually understood why the first dean of Xinglu Academy established an academy in the Xingyun Mountain Range, it turned out that most of the reasons were on this Yin Yang Pool.

It is said that the Yin-Yang Pool is a holy place for healing, and under the Tongshen Realm, no matter how serious the injuries on the body are, as long as there is still a breath, after the perennial treatment of the Yin-Yang Pool, there will be a trace of recovery.

The effect of this yin-yang pool is not only healing, in the realm of the acupuncture, anyone who can invade the bubble in it, can make the veins more flexible, if you can rush the veins in the yin-yang pool, then, the danger will be greatly reduced, and there is no extra time to nourish the meridians, as long as you have enough internal force in the body, you can continue to rush the pulse.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Ming suddenly came to his senses, those sects in Yunzhou sent their disciples to study at Xinglu Academy, it turned out that it was not only because of martial arts, but also because of the Yin Yang Pool.

"It's no wonder that Xinglu Academy can stand above many first-class sects and stand at the top of Yunzhou, this mind and vision alone is enough to shame those sects...... Yang Ming muttered in a low voice.

If they were to change to other sects, if they had a cave blessed land like the Yin-Yang Pool, they would definitely want to carry it in their trouser pockets, which would be used to cultivate disciples of various sects in Yunzhou like the Star Road Academy.

In the center of the judging platform, after Bai Qianpo finished reading out, he sat down, still with a smile on his face, but this smile contained a touch of solemnity.

Next, a mentor will read out the rules, and there are some other rewards, these are all new to this year's freshmen, but for those disciples in the second grade and above, they are all the same content, but these procedures must be followed, you know, you can not listen, but you can't get in the way of others.

After about a cup of tea was read, the instructor finally made these rules clear, and according to the rules, the next step was for the contestants to come up to the judging table to draw signatures, and then divide them.

Yang Ming drew the number 666 in the single group.

"This number ......" Yang Ming looked at the numbers on the bamboo sticks, and his face couldn't help but show a strange look, this was really slipping away.

took the number and returned to the queue of the single-group contestants, because it had been said before that the single-group vs. the double-group, then Yang Ming's opponent should be No. 666 of the double-group.

"I don't know who this pair of No. 666 is?" Yang Ming thought to himself.

At the same time, the participants have stepped into the ring, the first battle should be opened by this year's freshmen, once the first-year freshmen have finished the competition, it will be the second-year turn, and so on, and finally the fifth-grade graduates will be the finale.

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In the playground ring, a disciple was kicked down, there was joy, sadness, and helplessness, and these freshmen had different expressions.

Until noon, after a short rest, it was finally Yang Ming's turn to enter, slowly stepped into the ring, looked at his opponent, couldn't help arching his hand, and said lightly: "Yang Ming!"

"Hehe, Yang Ming, the founder of perfume, you kid has been in the limelight for a long time recently!" The young man opposite, with his arms wrapped around his chest, looked at Yang Ming with an indifferent expression, and sneered: "I heard that you beat up Qian Linlang's kid some time ago, and you also made a five-year war contract with Brother Xuanqing?"

The words have already come to this, even if Yang Ming is stupid, he understands that this person must have been sent by Li Xuanqing, it seems that he really underestimated this Li Xuanqing, and even stretched out his hand to the martial arts competition of Xinglu Academy.

Yang Ming glanced at Li Xuan lightly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he was able to let Li Xuanqing send someone to deal with him, it seems that the young man in front of him is not simple!

"Hmph, kid, after today, I, Li Xuan, will let everyone know that your five-year battle contract with Brother Xuanqing is a joke at all. Li Xuan sneered and looked at Yang Ming with a condescending look.

Yang Ming frowned slightly, and said with a light smile: "Is it a joke, won't you know if you try it?"

"In that case, then you're welcome......"

Li Xuan's eyes widened, the internal force in the veins burst out, his right foot tiptoed, and rushed towards Yang Ming, his hands turned into palms, and a soft internal force erupted, slapping Yang Ming's chest fiercely: "Pai Lang Palm!"

Looking at the attacking palms, Yang Ming's eyes were calm, until these two palms were close to his chest by an inch, and suddenly, Yang Ming leaned back, stomped on the ground with his right foot, and his body deviated to the left, just dodging Li Xuan's attack from this row of wave palms.

Seeing this, Li Xuan frowned, and then there was a change, like a wave, shooting at Yang Ming's vital parts again and again, but they were all dodged by Yang Ming at a critical moment.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of the mentors on the judging platform, especially Bai Qianpo, who couldn't help but squint slightly when he looked at Yang Ming, last time Yang Ming defeated Qian Linlang, who opened up the two veins, with only the strength of his physical body, which left a big impression on him.

"Hehe, Lao Bai, have you seen the battle in the No. 17 ring?" Bai Qian's broken eyes turned slightly, and he stabbed the elegant old man next to him in the shoulder, and said.

"What? Want to bet again?" Bai Xiu glanced at the fat man and asked with a faint smile.

"Haha, you still know me. Bai Qianpo rubbed his fat hands and said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll bet on the young man with the black iron sword on his back to win, and the bet is up to you!" Bai Xiu snorted coldly, and looked at the fat middle-aged man with a sarcastic expression, as if telling Bai Qianpo that your little trick has been seen through by the old man.

Sure enough, when Bai Qianpo heard this, his smile suddenly stiffened, and he smiled a little: "Then forget it!"

"Oh, by the way, Lao Bai, do you feel that the black iron sword behind this kid is a little familiar?" Bai Qianpo's gaze swept back and forth in the battle between Yang Ming and the two, and finally stared at the black iron sword behind Yang Ming's back, and asked out loud.

"You feel this way too?" This time it was Bai Xiu's turn to be surprised, at the first glance of the black iron sword, he felt that he had seen this sword there, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Generally speaking, a weapon is the second life of a person who practices martial arts, and it can give them both the impression that they have seen or know the owner of the weapon.

"Damn, it can't be him!"

After a while, the fat on Bai Qianpo's face shook, as if he had thought of something, and he couldn't help but exclaim for a while.

Looking at Bai Qianpo's shocked face, Bai Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale for a while, and he spoke out in unison.

"Iron Sword Maniac!"